Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,69
smile. “You’re waiting for me?”
“I’ll wait for you, I’ll walk across this country for you, I’ll do anything for you, Luna.” I want to profess my undying love for her, but now’s not the time.
“I’ll wait for you too,” she agrees.
“Good, then it’s decided. We’re official.”
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow and every day after that.”
“Bye, Luna.”
“Bye, Daniel,” she says, just before the phone disconnects.
I let the phone fall from my ear where my shoulder has been holding it, and go to clean up. For the first time since she left, I feel good, happy—excited even. We’re not over and never will be. This is only the beginning of our story.
Fifteen
Luna
Hearing Daniel say he wants to wait for me is the highlight of my week, but it also leaves me feeling a little guilty. I’m out here living a life most people envy, and he’s there, left waiting for my return. I’m happy to know that we’re together and not over, but the fact that he’s missing out on life doesn’t sit well with me—not while I’m out here living my dream.
I fall into a deep sleep but wake a few hours later, needing a snack and something to drink. This tour is taking a toll on my body. Sleep doesn’t come easy, there’s hardly any time to eat and it’s never a proper meal anyway, and I just end up feeling exhausted all the time. I get up and move through the bunk cabin into the living quarters. Van is still up, sitting at the table with his phone in his hand.
“Hey, what are you doing up?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at me.
“I needed a drink and a snack.” I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and a box of Wheat Thins to snack on, taking both items back to the table to sit across from him. “I guess I’m feeling a little guilty.”
“Guilty about what?”
“I talked to Daniel tonight. He said he’s waiting for me.”
“Well, that’s great, right?”
I shrug. “It is, but it just means that while I’m here, living the life I’ve always dreamed of, he’s there, missing out on his fullest life because of me.”
“You can’t control everything, Luna. It’s his life and his decision.”
“I know,” I admit. “And even though I don’t want things to end with Daniel, I just have this gut feeling that I need to let him go. My life isn’t fair to him. He deserves someone who can be with him every single day—who can help him fight against outside forces and all that.”
“So let this short tour be a test. Leave things alone and see how you feel when you get back home. If at the end, you feel this long-distance thing didn’t work, call it off before we leave for our big tour. This could just be a little sample of what your relationship might look like.”
I nod. I guess that’s a good idea. “What are you doing up so late and why have you been on your phone so much?”
He rolls his eyes and shows me his phone. There’s a picture of a woman with long, blonde hair. She’s cute and sweet-looking—definitely not Van’s usual type.
“Who’s that?”
“Her name is Abby. She’s a girl I started seeing a couple months ago.”
My mouth drops open. “You mean you gave Daniel and me all that shit and you were doing the same thing?”
He nods. “I think I focused on you guys so I wouldn’t have to focus on my own shit.”
I nod in understanding. “So who is this girl? How’d you meet?”
“She’s the artist who did my last tattoo. She runs her own shop back in Chicago. We’ve spent most of the last month together.”
“This girl is a tattoo artist?” I ask, looking at her pink lips, long blonde curls, and perfect skin. She looks more like a model you’d see in an all-girl Catholic school brochure than someone who permanently brands people’s skin.
He nods. “Damn good too.”
“She looks so innocent,” I joke, but am also completely serious.
He snickers. “Yeah, that’s what drew me to her in the first place. She has that dirty librarian vibe. You know, strait-laced and sweet until the library closes. Then she strips down to this sexy dominatrix type.”
I laugh and shake my head. “There’s something wrong with you.”
“What? You can’t tell me it isn’t the same with Dan! He’s a lawyer who spends his days in a suit and tie for crying out loud.”